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nessa's been weird around me since she found that lipstick. i really dont remember who's it is, and i dont know if it's my anxiety, but i know she doesn't trust me anymore. she really wants an straight fucking answer and girl i dont have one.
"im leaving." i told her, leaning over the couch and kissing her cheek. "i know. i love you." she said, never looking from her phone. "i love you too.. do you wanna do something tonight?" i asked her, looking at her phone. she was scrolling on instagram, looking at rings.
i laughed, "what's all that for?" i asked, "nothing! i just saw them, and their cute. where are you going?" she asked me, putting her phone down and invited me to sit next to her. i could be a little late for her. "i had a meeting but you can come if you want. i didn't think you want to go."
"of course i do, bils... you still think im mad about the lipstick?"
"why wouldn't you be? i looked so fucking guilty."
"billie, trust me, when you cheat, i'll know." she said, laying her hand on my cheek and kissing me, "i wont cheat. will you?" she scoffed, "you're litterally billie eilish, who else do i need?"
i laughed and picked her up, taking her all the way upstairs. she got dressed in some of my clothes and then we left the house. i opened her door and helped her into the car, trying to ignore the sound of the cameras. i hate that sound. i hate when paparazzi are out here. is it really that deep for just a picture?
"we should give them a show." nessa said making me chuckle, "what type of show?" right after i said that she cupped my face and smashed her lips into mine. of course i kissed her back, and then she put her prada sun glasses on my face, and i started driving.
"that was cool."
"fuck yeah, it was. we're so cool."
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me and billie sat outside at a resturant after her meeting. i was currently in a meeting for a new job, and billie sat next to me eating her food. this job pays even better than my last one. billie wanted to help me get one but i didn't want her to do that, and look at me, i did it on my own.
billie goes back on the road in a few days. she's gonna be on the road for 4 months and i can't come with. im gonna be so sad but im certain that our relationship will be fine, we've grown so much since we first met.
after the call ended, i looked at billie. "you alright?" she asked, wrapping her arm around my shoulders, "yeah, i just hope they pick me. they have so many other canidates, so many other pretty girls.." billie kissed my temple, "no, stop. you are the only pretty girl.. to me, at least."
"yeah, im your wife, of course i am.. it's just normal anxiety, that's all."
she kissed my cheek again and rubbed my back, "it's okay. you're gonna get it, i know you are... ooh my fuck." i looked where billie was looking and paparazzi was right there. she took her cap off her head and put it on mine. "can you go pay for us, baby?"
"of course." i took the money and went inside while billie gathered our things. i hate when paparazzi scares us away from places.
